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wished we could have reacted faster and felt less threatened.” Then she nodded her head toward Tate. “Him, too. He might look scary, but he's a cop so he can relate.”
“Nah,” Shay said. “He doesn't look scary at all.” A few of the women giggled and she finally got what she wanted—a reaction from Tate. He glanced up at her, his face blank and uninterested. Then she thought maybe she saw a spark of recognition in his eyes. Her heart sped up in her chest, but then he blinked and looked away and she didn't know if she'd imagined it or not.
“So you want to be first?” Gennifer asked, cocking an eyebrow. Shay smoothed her lips together, making the decision in an instant.
“Sure, why not?” she said, as if her heart wasn't beating out of her chest. “Throw me right into the frying pan.”
“It's what I do best, mamí ,” Gennifer said. Then she waved Shay forward. Taking a deep breath, Shay made her way to the front of the little group to stand beside Gennifer. She squared her shoulders and forced herself to look up at Tate. She'd forgotten how tall he was, or maybe she just didn't realize it before. He was easily a head taller than her.
“Tate is going to grab you like this—” Gennifer motioned to Tate and he stepped forward, throwing out his big arms and wrapping them around Gennifer's waist, lifting her a few inches off the ground. “And here's what you're going to do,” Gennifer said, flinging her leg around his and hinging herself forward so that her other foot hit the ground again. “Hook your leg around his and then grab him here,” she continued, grabbing his thumb and pulling it back. Tate let her go and she pivoted on her heel and then lifted her leg, mimicking kneeing him in the balls. “When he releases you, then you go for his groin and push him away,” Gennifer said, shoving him in the chest. Tate took a step back and held up his hands in surrender. “See? Not so hard,” Gennifer said, smiling reassuringly.
“If you say so,” Shay murmured.
“So we're going to run through it when you're ready. Just try and remember what I just showed you, even though your first instinct will be to panic. Okay?” Shay nodded slowly, her stomach jumping into her throat. She was in no way prepared for what was about to happen, but she was just going to jump in. Besides, the thought of hitting Tate gave her a kind of perverse pleasure. “You ready?” Gennifer asked, taking a step closer to the ropes to give Shay and Tate room. Shay glanced back at Tate, and realized he was staring at her in a way that was a little too intense for her liking. The man had at least seventy-five pounds on her, she would guess. Before she could rethink it, she let out a deep breath and steeled her spine.
“Ready,” she said, before she could stop herself. She barely had time to think before she felt Tate's heavy arms close roughly around her waist and lift her off the mat. Her breath caught in her throat and all thoughts immediately fled her brain. She pressed her hands into his forearms, knowing that she was supposed to be doing something, but her brain was frozen. He was so big and she honestly didn't think she'd have a chance if he came after her for real. And besides, it sure felt real. His arms squeezed her waist, cutting into her ribs. It took her a second to remember she was supposed to be doing something with her legs, so she swung out, trying to remember what it was.
“Hook your leg around his,” Gennifer supplied calmly from the sidelines. Shay nodded, although she barely heard the other woman. All she could focus on was Tate's breathing on her neck. He blew out a sharp breath and it tickled the skin above the collar of her T-shirt in an unnerving way. She didn't like it, not one bit. Shay tried to do what Gennifer said, but she couldn't seem to get her leg to wrap around his properly. Then, all of a sudden, he set her back down on her feet and loosened his hold on her. But he didn't drop his
“Nah,” Shay said. “He doesn't look scary at all.” A few of the women giggled and she finally got what she wanted—a reaction from Tate. He glanced up at her, his face blank and uninterested. Then she thought maybe she saw a spark of recognition in his eyes. Her heart sped up in her chest, but then he blinked and looked away and she didn't know if she'd imagined it or not.
“So you want to be first?” Gennifer asked, cocking an eyebrow. Shay smoothed her lips together, making the decision in an instant.
“Sure, why not?” she said, as if her heart wasn't beating out of her chest. “Throw me right into the frying pan.”
“It's what I do best, mamí ,” Gennifer said. Then she waved Shay forward. Taking a deep breath, Shay made her way to the front of the little group to stand beside Gennifer. She squared her shoulders and forced herself to look up at Tate. She'd forgotten how tall he was, or maybe she just didn't realize it before. He was easily a head taller than her.
“Tate is going to grab you like this—” Gennifer motioned to Tate and he stepped forward, throwing out his big arms and wrapping them around Gennifer's waist, lifting her a few inches off the ground. “And here's what you're going to do,” Gennifer said, flinging her leg around his and hinging herself forward so that her other foot hit the ground again. “Hook your leg around his and then grab him here,” she continued, grabbing his thumb and pulling it back. Tate let her go and she pivoted on her heel and then lifted her leg, mimicking kneeing him in the balls. “When he releases you, then you go for his groin and push him away,” Gennifer said, shoving him in the chest. Tate took a step back and held up his hands in surrender. “See? Not so hard,” Gennifer said, smiling reassuringly.
“If you say so,” Shay murmured.
“So we're going to run through it when you're ready. Just try and remember what I just showed you, even though your first instinct will be to panic. Okay?” Shay nodded slowly, her stomach jumping into her throat. She was in no way prepared for what was about to happen, but she was just going to jump in. Besides, the thought of hitting Tate gave her a kind of perverse pleasure. “You ready?” Gennifer asked, taking a step closer to the ropes to give Shay and Tate room. Shay glanced back at Tate, and realized he was staring at her in a way that was a little too intense for her liking. The man had at least seventy-five pounds on her, she would guess. Before she could rethink it, she let out a deep breath and steeled her spine.
“Ready,” she said, before she could stop herself. She barely had time to think before she felt Tate's heavy arms close roughly around her waist and lift her off the mat. Her breath caught in her throat and all thoughts immediately fled her brain. She pressed her hands into his forearms, knowing that she was supposed to be doing something, but her brain was frozen. He was so big and she honestly didn't think she'd have a chance if he came after her for real. And besides, it sure felt real. His arms squeezed her waist, cutting into her ribs. It took her a second to remember she was supposed to be doing something with her legs, so she swung out, trying to remember what it was.
“Hook your leg around his,” Gennifer supplied calmly from the sidelines. Shay nodded, although she barely heard the other woman. All she could focus on was Tate's breathing on her neck. He blew out a sharp breath and it tickled the skin above the collar of her T-shirt in an unnerving way. She didn't like it, not one bit. Shay tried to do what Gennifer said, but she couldn't seem to get her leg to wrap around his properly. Then, all of a sudden, he set her back down on her feet and loosened his hold on her. But he didn't drop his
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